Through the Looking Glass

Reflections on reflections, my favourite thing. Although they always put me more in mind of Russell Hoban's The Mouse and His Child than Alice's adventures.  It's Back To School in Canberra next week (those dreaded words, splashed over endless advertising, that cast a pall on many an Australian January growing up).  I should be nutting out the details of our July holiday (Java by train) but procrastination is seeing me blipping early and putting more library books on hold (yes, I do need to reread  The Mouse and His Child)